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A definitive 7.3/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. She Reminds Me of You remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
Look, if you’re looking for a narrative, keep walking. You’ll probably hate this if you need actual characters or, you know, a story that goes somewhere. But if you’re a fan of weird, dusty artifacts from the early days of musical film, you might get a kick out of the pure strangeness on display here.
There is something inherently hypnotic about that little ball jumping over the lyrics. It’s supposed to be helpful, but it mostly just makes you feel like you’re trapped in a 1920s karaoke nightmare. The Eton Boys are fine—they’ve got those crisp, harmonized voices that sound like they were recorded in a tin can—but the star is definitely the theater automation itself.
Everything feels very stiff, almost like the camera is scared to move. It’s not exactly as grand as The Bohemian Girl, but it has that same dated, theatrical energy that makes you wonder what people were thinking when they put this on screen.
I found myself staring at the background more than the performers. The automated setup is so clunky it’s almost endearing. It makes the whole experience feel less like a performance and more like a fever dream of early technology.
Honestly, it’s a blink-and-you-miss-it kind of thing. It’s not quite as intense as Vzryv, obviously, but it’s a nice palate cleanser if you’ve been watching heavy stuff all week. Just don't go in expecting anything profound. It's just guys singing in a box. 🎤
